I haven’t posted any pictures of the basement on this here blog because I didn’t want to scare all you nice folks away. In one corner of the basement (under our bedroom), the previous owners “finished” off a room and added a walk-in closet. I say “finished” loosely because there are no doors, no flooring beyond painted concrete and the ducting is attached with duct tape. Although now that I type this, maybe that is the purpose for duct tape. This larger closet was coming in pretty handy because the upstairs closets are all teeny-tiny in the style of the 1940s. But then there was a leak or something in the mechanical stuff on the other side of the closet wall and I noticed one day my closet was smelling funny (and thus my clothes) . . . and moldy drywall was discovered and quickly torn down.
So now we’re here:
And we’ve been here for a while (One or two years? Who’s counting anymore . . .) My clothes have been patiently hanging on one of those mobile hanging racks and they want to go back home.
But there’s good news — (insert drumroll) as an early birthday present, my father-in-law is coming over tomorrow to help the husband hang the pegboard and some other goodies to put me back on the path to a functional closet. Yay! This may put me close to completing one more thing from my 2012 New Years Resolutions . . Crazy. As always, updates to follow!